A tad Gabriel/Elle in this chapter.
Gabriel doesn't stop her when she attacks him.
He could have. Easily. It wouldn't have taken any effort at all to bring her down.
But he doesn't.
He lets her fry his insides with her electricity.
He can feel his clothes burning away from his skin, then his skin burning away from his bones.
She stops for a moment and screams at him as the skin grows back, almost as quickly as it left.
But then she starts again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
But he doesn't stop her.
Because Gabriel knows that Sylar needs the punishment.
Peter had told him that their father was evil, insane, etc.
Gabriel had no reason to doubt him, so he didn't.
But he hadn't realized just how far gone Arthur Petrelli was.
Not until he was pushed into the large, cold cell of an unknown prisoner.
The idea that he was capable of empathy was foreign to him.
Yes, he had saved Peter.
But Peter was his brother.
His brother.
How crazy was that?
Sometimes, when he thinks about it, he wonders if it's even real.
The epitome of good and the epitome of evil are brothers. How ironic.
Arthur Petrelli had faith in him, which in itself was insane. But he believed in him, simply because he's saved his brother.
But it was his brother.
Saving a brother and saving a stranger are two completely different things.
And he isn't sure he can do the latter.
But when he does, when he reaches out to the girl he's done nothing but hurt, and he saves her from herself…
He couldn't have been happier.
Because he realizes that, by saving her, he's come a little bit closer to saving himself.
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